And looked through some treasured gifts. Here a bunch of beautiful cat postcards by Etienne Delessert.

And exquisite vintage lace hankies gifted to me long ago...

And Arches watercolour paper given to me by an artist friend yesterday (just look at the utterly gorgeous texture and the edges! ) -

This is a pretty little trinket picked up during a walk down Brigade Road this week...

Then I browsed through this. The cover is better than the story, but that's my opinion with a cold in my head.

Then I made more Masala Chai

And made these utterly delicious and easy, pan fried Fennel Drop biscuits (from a recipe in one of Anjum Anand's books).
As you can see I've indulged in an absolutely useless, self- indulgent and enjoyable blog post (which we probably all need to do once in a while), and I feel so much better already. It must be the plate full of Fennel biscuits, oops, and the Masala Chai too! :)

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Skeptic: In your speech the other night you said that the perceptual systems of animals represent the world as their near, or possibly even far, ancestors constructed them based upon natural selection. Can the world evolve faster than the sensory systems of the animals? Are many animals living today in a sensory world that no longer exists, as when the moth flies into the candle flame?

Dawkins: When a moth flies into a candle flame presumably it is responding to the candle flame as if were a celestial object at optical infinity and acting appropriately to that situation, not the one it is in fact currently facing. It frequently happens that the real world evolves faster than an animal's cognitive map of it.

Skeptic: Does that ever happen to human beings?

Dawkins: Human beings are completely surrounded by the equivalent of "candle flames."'

Saturday, May 8, 2010

I wish I could write some deeply profound Zennish stuff to go with this post, but there is no thunder and lightening from heaven illuminating me with ancient wisdom as yet, so I think I'll go finish off that PD James novel instead. And that box of bikkies.